I have always been attracted to my best friend's dad. I know it’s a cliché as old as time but hear me out. He tall like nearly 7 feet, muscular, and had a ruggedness that would make any fertile female weak in the knees. Despite my attraction, I’ve never acted on it, content to simply admire him from afar. But one day, I just couldn't resist any longer.

As I sat on my friends couch, watching TV while she was tutoring, I caught sight of her dad walking into the kitchen. My heart raced as I watched him move, his broad shoulders flexing underneath his shirt. I tried to keep my eyes off him out of respect for my friend, but it was impossible. Every time he turned around, I found myself staring at his ass or his chest. Finally, I could take it no longer. I got up and walked towards him, stopping just short of where he stood. "Hey," I said, trying to sound casual. He looked up at me, surprised. "Hi," he said, smiling. "Um…so, I was just wondering if you wanted to go for a run later?" I asked, avoiding eye contact. He thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Sure, why not? It'll be good exercise." I smiled, relieved that he hadn't seemed put off by my advances. We went out for our run, talking about anything and everything.

The air was crisp and fresh, and I felt alive as we ran through the woods. When we finished, I was breathless but exhilarated. As we headed back inside, I couldn't help but notice how incredible he looked, sweat glistening on his muscles. Without thinking, I reached out and touched his arm, feeling the rough texture of his skin beneath my fingers. He didn't seem to mind; in fact, he leaned into my touch, closing his eyes for a moment before seeming to remember himself and pull back. That night, when my friend texted me saying she wouldn’t be back till late, I knew what I had to do. He was just coming out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist when I grabbed him from behind, pulling him close to me. His body was warm and solid, and I could feel his heart racing through his still wet skin. Without a word, we stood there for about 20 seconds. He turned around slowly and looked into my eyes. When I didn’t look away he leaned in and kissed me.

It wasn’t long before I was in his bed with him on top of me. It was the most intense sex I had ever experienced. His hands were rough and demanding, and mine were just as eager to please him. We moved quickly, barely able to catch our breath before diving back in. And then, finally, it happened: he came, groaning my name as he did so. Afterwards, we lay there in each other's arms, both of us panting heavily. "Wow," he said, looking up at me with a smile. "Yeah," I replied, grinning back. "Definitely worth the wait."